Hatchet Book Chapter 13 Novels & Stories

Wallace was about to drink from the cup when an arrow went right through it and then Royce appeared out of black smokes. ♟️THE TWIST OF FATE♟️ (SON OF THE SOIL, BOOK 2) 📖Chapter Fourteen 🖋️Written By: Oladimeji Abubakar FROM LAST EPISODE Harvey remained unconscious for days. Hera didn't even try to eat him, instead he was trying to make him wake up. Suddenly, he saw something move in Harvey's arm. He pierced Harvey's skin with his sharp claws and reached for the thing which turned out to be a snake. The snake bit him but he is immune to venoms, he crushed the little snake with his mighty hand.

“I . . . became one of them to survive. My family . . . they refused. And now they’re gone.” I didn’t mean to reveal so much to the hatter. The story simply spooled out of me like a ball of yarn. Perhaps I simply needed to confide in someone, and the hatter was the only one there. He rubbed his chin, as if he were unsure whether he believed me. Finally, he bowed and said, “My name is Hector, ma’am. Hector Humphries.” I hesitated. “Maraina Blackwood.” “You have my condolences for your family, Maraina. I myself lost my brother a few months ago. Cholera.”

He would gleefully go through them all like a harvester through wheat, slowly and methodically. Xavier’s earpiece crackled as the perimeter teams reported in. Movement detected ahead at an abandoned textile mill. Likely Martha fleeing the compromised safe house once lookouts warned she was boxed in. Belatedly trying to punch through the encroaching wall of merciless muscle and sharpened steel. A feral grin stretched Xavier’s face beneath the night vision goggles. The arrogance that had led Martha to linger in his territory would very soon spell her end. There was nowhere left to run except right into the maw of death itself.

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Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise. Grinding my teeth I claw on it and adding pressure to it has a piece pop up from the page. I startle dropping the book to the grass floor, caught off guard. Peering in I see fur peeking from underneath the piece. Time is running out. Taking a small breath I slowly tear the piece from the book. It comes off easily as if it was meant to whilst uncovering a small picture of four baby wild hares sleeping in a basket. There weren't merely four hares but eight.

Then he climbs again, pushing the hatch at the top. It doesn’t move. Locked. Of course it’s locked. Humans lock everything now. They lock access to anything that might allow creatures to move unseen. Rowan curses under his breath, a low growl of frustration. Hunters shout below. They’ve reached the chamber. Flashlights sweep upward, beams slicing into the shaft like knives. Rowan presses his shoulder against the hatch. Pain flares across his face. He grits his teeth and pushes anyway. The hatch shifts slightly.

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She grinned despite herself, that quick grin she had to hide at business tables. Marco opened the equipment closet and pulled out a hatchet. “We don’t keep axes in the sedan,” he said dryly, “but since you asked.” It fit his hand like a memory. “Grip at the end. Don’t muscle it. Let the weight do the work. Think of it as a heavy letter to an old friend.” He threw; the hatchet spun once and kissed the board, burying to the cheek. Some primitive part of the hindbrain purred. Sasha tried. The first throw sailed wide with theatrical insult. The second hit flat. The third stuck shallow. The fourth buried with a thunk that traveled up her bones. She made a noise she didn’t recognize—a small, delig

134. HEA: The Savage Alpha claimed his Rebel Last Chapter Jade's POV Inching his face up, he bruised my collarbone with a red bite as his devilish eyes dared me to moan. Bloody Asshole Alpha. He was challenging me. I wouldn't mind doing it, but I was afraid he would really open the door. Zach could do it. He's done many things he said before and I was not stupid that I would try it just to see how it would really end up if I moaned.